It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
When I think about it, I’m all kinds of fucked up.
I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing.
everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you mad at me
everyone: what happened to you
everyone: are you sick
me: IT'S MY FACE
"Why do you want this job?"
Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.
A warrior only gives up when it’s dead…
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.